I'd never thought to try, ❰ adalia admits, contemplative, as she watches the man finish dispatching the creature. ❱ I don't think I could, though. My magic is innate, I never learned it. It is to me as breathing is to you, I would think, it's just... what I do.

❰ the idea is now swirling in her head, though, and as adalia thinks on it she turns to their next foe. it's a small green wisp, barely there at all, and it hasn't seemed to notice them just yet. ❱

Do you want this one, or shall I handle it?